151: Landing on Planet Two

Thought about it and decided not to crossdress; I feel like I can finish paying it off.

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The second planet of Tianjin Seat V89.07 is a habitable planet.

Its axial tilt is about 30°, and the surface shows clear characteristics of terraforming projects—

This has a very distinct second era style.

In comparison, people of the Third Epoch tend to build large space stations in planetary orbit, while the fourth era is more direct—they usually carry personal life support devices, survive anywhere, and then ruthlessly elbow their way through any harsh environment.

As for the fifth era?

Those guys didn't leave behind any style of their own—because they inherited all the legacies of the previous regimes, but failed to inherit the courage to explore.

Originally, regarding this planet occupied by aliens, the command of the First Mobile Fleet unanimously agreed that efficient orbital bombardment should be used to directly cleanse the surface,

But just as the fleet was about to set sail, an unexpected piece of news arrived—

The Pilot named Cyrus rescued a large group of human laborers enslaved by aliens,

According to those laborers, there are still a large number of human survivors on the second planet.

Those aliens established a series of production facilities like collective farms, systematically keeping, enslaving, and even... eating humans.

Upon hearing this news, the first reaction of the fleet's high command was anger, and they immediately called a halt to the orbital bombardment—

Protecting the humans here is the meaning of their existence, their greatest legitimacy, and even more so, their faith in joining the military,

Facing so many enslaved humans, they stated they couldn't tolerate it at all and immediately applied to Xi Hai for an orbital landing.

After receiving the application, after a moment of thought, he neither stopped nor encouraged them, he just said indifferently:

"No sacrifice is too great to be unacceptable, but no life is too light to be ignored."

"The fleet needs to rush to the next industrial galaxy by tomorrow; you only have one day."

Originally, Xi Hai's intention was to persuade these people to make trade-offs in certain situations,

to avoid spending too much time on ground combat, which would allow the aliens to take root in this star sector and become a difficult problem to clear, causing the humans here to pay a greater price.

But that kid Oran seemed to have misunderstood something; after hearing it, he looked excited and said he "understood," and then broadcast Xi Hai's words to the entire fleet.

Then, a group of excited Marines screamed as they boarded the landing pods, transforming into a rain of fire descending upon the second planet.

(Weather forecast: Sunny, with short periods of heavy precipitation globally... oh, no, it's a landing pod drop)

The landing pods covered every corner where life existed, and a few key facilities received special attention.

Among them, the largest fortification occupied by aliens, which was also the facility that intelligence reported held the most humans, was the original Defense Force base here.

Due to its special structure and status, this was the hardest nut to crack on the entire second planet,

This hard nut would be jointly led and conquered by Gunnar and Grolar, who had been promoted to commander of the 9th Tactical Battalion of the direct Marine Corps.

"Bang!!!"

At the moment of impending impact, the engines under the landing pod immediately activated retro-thrust, forcefully halting the rapidly descending landing pod,

A cloud of dust was immediately kicked up from the ground.

Even with artificial gravity, this jolt shook the people inside quite badly.

Many landing pods that had just landed were targeted by heavy alien fire the moment they opened,

Streaks of orange-yellow tracers flying from unknown locations raged in the air, just like iron filings flying wildly on an anvil.

A large number of Marines were pinned down behind cover or even inside their landing pods the moment they landed, unable to even lift their heads,

Until—

"Boom!!!!!"

An alien Autocannon position set up on high ground was instantly blown into a fireball, followed by a voice that rang in everyone's ears—

"Looks like you've run into some trouble, huh?"

refrigerator (dreadnought) mechs joined the battlefield.

Those large square iron boxes held various heavy weapons and pushed to the very front of the firefight,

With heavy fire support, the Marines quickly found their offensive rhythm; they coordinated infantry and mechs, sweeping through one alien firing point after another with unstoppable force,

And among the refrigerators, Revenkro, who had received a disciplinary action for acting without authorization, was full of resentment,

He felt uncomfortable just looking at those aliens and wished he could charge alone into the horde of aliens,

grab a bunch of them, refine them immediately, do a 360-degree Thomas flair kick, and then I'm gonna kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!!!

However, another red refrigerator gave Revenkro's shell a hard knock, indicating that if he went off alone again, it would ignore him for three days, instantly extinguishing his rash thoughts.

Soon, the landed Marines had initially established a forward base and began receiving subsequent combat supplies.

"Ultramarines members, move to seize and activate the fortress's defensive weapon systems!"

"Guardian Angel Legion members, move down to rescue surviving humans!"

"Quick battle, quick decision! We only have one day!"

"Yes!"

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Mo Xiaoce was born into a farming family on the second planet.

Judging by his appearance and genes, he was indeed a native-born planet dweller,

but perhaps due to some influence from the void, his soul was actually that of an armchair Warhammer fan from the 21st century.

At the time, he was passionately arguing with netizens online, telling everyone that Astartes in Warhammer could kill everything, and was constantly disparaging other works,

As a result, in a certain group, a tabletop player directly announced that he would be expelled from the Warhammer circle.

He just scoffed and was about to retort,

but just as he typed "I dare to go to 40K, do you dare?", his computer suddenly exploded out of thin air.

And so, he arrived at this place.

At first, he was terrified, thinking he had really been sent to 40K, but after living here for so long without anything happening, he simply relaxed.

But—just as he had gotten into character and was preparing to inherit his family's super-large semi-automated farm, a group of malicious extraterrestrial beings occupied their world,

and he, along with a group of others, was turned into livestock kept by the aliens.

But at this time, he activated his clever little brain again (social engineering skills, dark cannibal tree),

First, to improve his status, he betrayed a large group of workers plotting an uprising to the aliens, turning all those workers into edible organic matter;

Subsequently, after testing out that the aliens here needed to rebuild their industrial system, he quickly volunteered, and through a series of efforts, became the number one accomplice helping the aliens scout and organize Slave Laborers.

At the same time, he also observed that the aliens' physiological structure seemed similar to humans, so he took another gamble and offered a large number of good-looking humans as gifts to the aliens,

Undoubtedly, he won the bet again,

so he directly became the representative of "humans re-assimilated into the civilized world" and became the leader of a group of collaborators.

He originally thought he could continue living a life of privilege under the rule of these alien creatures—

Until, today...

Starting from the morning, this temporarily converted industrial base entered a combat state, and he was ordered to take all the assimilated collaborators to assist in defending certain passages.

Listening to the constant gunfire and heavy metallic clanging coming from the corridor,

Mo Xiaoce prayed constantly that this was just the death throes of the remnant resistance forces—

After all, having reached this point, he definitely couldn't survive on the human side anymore.

Soon, the gunfire in the corridor stopped, and the sounds of heavy thuds and dense footsteps approached; his heart beat faster and faster,

until a square red mech slowly emerged from around the corner.

"Holy sh*t! A dreadnought!"

At that moment, he suddenly recalled his own words "I dare to go to 40K," as well as his countless acts of betrayal,

and then thought of his own soul...

"I'm screwed!!!"

The Pilot of that refrigerator didn't care about Mo Xiaoce, who was scared out of his wits, but just raised the huge Autocannon in his hand towards the enemies attacking him—

"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!!!"

Flames laced with rage tore everything to shreds.

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